2nd try. The first one was eaten up by my mail server and spewed back
to me. :(
Well, after talking to SkyKnight one night, I decided to pen down
(OK, type out) the first BGC story I had ever thought up. Unfortunately,
it's a "starring me" story, though it is *MUCH* different from your
standard "otaku becomes a Knight Saber" story. I'm actually like the
character in the story, though this story takes starts in 2002, right
after I graduated from college.
Like I said, this is a teaser. Though, I should add, I'm trying to
get the jacket described in the scene actually airbrushed this summer. :)
(I have a friend who airbrushes jean jackets).
Give the story a shot, please. Don't just give up on it because I'm
in it, rather than a fictional character.
(Oh, yeah, this part was written in about 20 mins tonight, so don't expect
the grammar to be perfect. Also, please refrain from C&C until the first part
is released.)
Priss was exhausted, but exhilarated at the same time. She had an awesome
concert at Hot Legs, and was hoping to finally complete a favorable deal
with a recording studio. She grabbed her helmet and walked out the back
door. What she saw astounded her.
A 1992 Nissan 380-ZX had crashed into the dumpster on the other side of the
alley. The car was missing a good two feet from the back end of the trunk.
It wasn't hard to figure out that the prone man laying, bleeding, on the
hood of the car had flown out, through the windshield and into the dumpster
before rolling to a halt on the hood.
Priss dashed across the alleyway to inspect the wreckage. The man was
groaning, and had revived to a semi-concious state. Miraculously, he hadn't
broken any of his bones, nor did he seem to be seriously injured. Priss
spoke first.
"Hey, you OK?"
He groaned, slightly louder this time. It looked like he was nodding.
"Doesn't look like anything's broken. I'm gonna get you to a hospital, OK?"
This time, he definitely shook his head. He was coming to, though he might
black out at any time.
"What? What the hell kind of an idiot are you? Come on, let's go." Without
waiting for a response, she rolled him over. Then, she blanched.
The back of his blue denim jacket had the words "Bubblegum Crisis", drawn
in a round, pink font. Below the words, there was a picture of a blue suit
of power armor with a two faces, lined up vertically, to the right of it.
The faces were clearly Priss', though it was what Priss would've looked like
if she was an anime character. Beside those faces were two drawings of Priss
in her concert get-up, both facial shots. Below these pictures were the
words "Prisila Asagiri" and below that, from right to left, a white suit of
power armor, a pink and purple suit, and finally a green suit. Faces were
under these suits, with names below the faces: "Sylia Stingray," "Nene
Romanova," and "Linna Yamazaki."
"You're right, you're not going to the hospital." Priss then rolled the man
over, onto his back again, and ran to a nearby pay phone.
The phone rang twice before a deep pitched and calm female voice came over
the speakers. The woman's face was slightly rounded, and she had thin lips.
Her black hair had a wave in the front, and was perfectly styled. "Hello."
"Sylia, get here quick, and bring the hardsuits and van. Someone knows
about us. I'm right behind Hot Legs."
"Right." The phone disconnected and Priss ran back to the man on the car.
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Ben Kosse bmk7411@cs.rit.edu
BGC Otaku and worshipper of the Red-Eyed Goddess and her music.
Anime, RPG's, computers, poetry (read/write), music (listen/compose).
Author of the Bubblegum Crisis theme pack (see the homepage below).
Homepage with anime and other interests. (http://www.rit.edu/~bmk7411)
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Ben Kosse bmk7411@cs.rit.edu
BGC Otaku and worshipper of the Red-Eyed Goddess and her music.
Anime, RPG's, computers, poetry (read/write), music (listen/compose).
Author of the Bubblegum Crisis theme pack (see the homepage below).
Homepage with anime and other interests. (http://www.rit.edu/~bmk7411)